The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

"Lan Xishu, the General Banner of Jinyiwei stationed in Longmen, has met Master Xia!" Lan Xishu was held up by a soldier of the Fifth Army Battalion to greet Xia Yu, the Jinyiwei official who rushed over after hearing the news.

Among so many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, Lan Xishu knew Xia Yu, which made him feel a little humble.

There are soldiers with bright armor everywhere, generals from all walks of life come and go majesticly, the apricot yellow flag is flying, and the Tanma blue flag is rushing back and forth. I have never seen such a big scene. The brothers, including Lan Xishu, are a little dizzy, especially Ge Da. , the eyes are not enough to make it.

Except for Lan Xishu who was forced to walk on a frame, Ge Da stood alone, and the rest of the brothers were all carried into the customs, not all pretending, they were really injured, and ordinary people would have given up their picks long ago.

That's good. In an emergency, he rolled his eyes and fainted. This was instructed by Lan Xishu, and it would be terrible if he missed his feet.

When Jing Yunshui and his brothers were being carried past Lan Xishu, Lan Xishu felt that they were enjoying themselves, and they were not so much in a coma as they were taking the opportunity to fall asleep.

Ge Da followed suit, but he didn't say a word. He really didn't know how to report his name. His status was embarrassing, but he was used to being stubborn. Let him pass out and pretend that he didn't know how to do it.

Xia Yu looked at this and that, and finally landed on Lan Xishu's face, "Where's Xia Shiyu and Xia Qianhu?"

"Miss Xia, it's unfortunate..." Lan Xishu really wasn't pretending, he choked up and couldn't continue. A soldier passed by carrying several corpses of Xia Shiyu. After a moment, a man in his fifties, covered in a fourth-rank official uniform of Jinyiwei, leaned over his head. Xia Yu stroked his mustache with his fingers and sighed secretly, and put down his cloak. After a while, he put it down, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers carried him away.

Lan Xishu paid special attention to every move of the person next to Xia Yu.

If the guess is right, this person should be the baihuawen who has been fighting for a long time. I have heard that baihuawen is a short man with a fair face and a kind face. Who else can move around Xia Yu at will besides him.

It was hard for Lan Xishu to express his feelings when he saw the vernacular text. His whole body and even his lips trembled. His grinning expression made the soldier next to him feel sympathetic, and he supported Lan Xishu's elbow vigorously. Lan Xishu simply shifted his focus.

"How did you get in here? Just you guys?" The white-faced and well-bearded vernacular Wen looked at Lan Xishu suspiciously with sullen eyes and asked, "Oh! And who can you tell me again?"

While asking, Baihuawen observed Lan Xishu's squinting eyes and carried Xia Yu who was not far away from time to time.

Xia Yu was giving instructions to a hundred households. The man with a short beard and a rough head nodded frequently, and looked this way from time to time, and then he carried the wounded to follow him.

Lan Xishu counted the pockmarks on the vernacular face with a look of panic, with the expression of a soldier who doesn't know what's wrong.

The soldier next to him quickly shook him and said, "This is your Master Fu Sibai from Jinyiwei North Town!"

Sure enough it was him!

Lan Xishu deeply remembered this pockmarked face, and saluted again with serious injuries, with half of his weight resting on the arm of the soldier next to him. The little guy next to him was young but had a big waist, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh , holding his breath and supporting Lan Xishu with all his strength.

"My subordinate Lan Xishu has met Master Bai! More than 100 people went out, and we were the only ones left. We were entangled by tartars all the way, and Master Xia suffered misfortune when he was near Xifengkou to protect us. Thanks to Master Zhang The vanguard went out to inspect the horse and went out to inspect and we were able to escape!"

The Marquis Zhang that Lan Xishu was referring to was Zhang Fu, the emperor's most trusted and capable minister. When Zhang Fu was mentioned, even the vernacular that played well with Jinyiwei Town Fusi's vernacular made his spine stiff.

Baihuawen frowned and saw Xia Yu walking this way, he quickly leaned over and asked, "Is there any major military situation?"

Facing the vernacular text that he hated day and night, Lan Xi wrote with seriousness and fear: "This subordinate is about to sue Lord Xia and Lord Bai, because they were mistaken by the people of Marquis Zhang for a secret work by Tartars, so they sent Alu Submit the map of the tablecloth soldiers, Master Xia had to report it to you and Master Xia at the end of his life, oops!" At the critical moment, Lan Xishu swayed, and his whole body fell on the side of the brother next to him, with the future and his work on his lap. Blood dripping from the treated wound wets the skirt of the robe.

It happened that Xia Yu heard this very close.

"Master Bai! The map has been submitted to the emperor for review. All the Jinyi guards stationed in Longmen have contributed a lot, and they have also given us a face."

"That's that, that's that!" Bai Huawen twitched his face and quickly answered.

"Mr. Lan Qi! Be patient for a while, I'm afraid the emperor will summon you for details." Xia Yu reached out to support Lan Xishu, and Lan Xishu quickly responded.

"Hey! Didn't you see our people?" Xia Yu suddenly turned his face to the vernacular: "Master Bai! Didn't they be sent out long ago?"

The vernacular Wen who was concentrating on his brows became aroused, and he turned his face to Lan Xishu: "Mr. Lan! Didn't you see our people responding? It's strange. According to Master Xia's order, we followed the Jinyiwei team who accompanied the army along the Nine Sides The checkpoints have been cleared to respond, and there is still no team returning to report."

Bai Huawen's face was uncertain, his eyes flicked back and forth on Lan Xishu's face.

Lan Xishu's prediction was correct, Mouse and Ding Ya went back to Beijing separately to report the preliminary information, which would surely give Baihuawen time to prepare, and it was really lucky to say that Lan Xishu and the others took the route of Xifengkou, and when they met Chen Liufu is also the idiot with the least number of people. The most important thing is that the emperor has come here to leave the customs. Otherwise, it is really hard to predict the consequences.

"No! We were chased and killed by Tartars under the leadership of Master Xia, and we were close to the pass. If Zhang Houye's people hadn't met us, even if there were no Tartars near the pass, it would be difficult for us to come back alive after being seriously injured. !"

At this moment, Xia Yu also frowned: "They're all a bunch of trash!"

The vernacular text looked worried, and was about to ask more questions, when a small yellow door came panting: "Lord Xia! The emperor has a decree! Wearing brocade clothes and guarding Lan, what is Lan's audience!"

The yellow-faced little Huangmen looked at the horrific Lan Xishu next to him.

Xia Yu repeatedly said yes.

"Let's go!" Xiao Huangmen looked at Lan Xi's writing with a look of pity: "It's rare! It's rare!"

Lan Xishu reluctantly turned his head and gave Ge Da a wink. Ge Da followed behind Lan Xishu in a daze. He was going to see the emperor. Who has ever seen the emperor?Ge Da only felt that all the blood rushed to his forehead.

The hearts of Lan Xishu and Ge Da burst open.

There are many guards, with swords and swords facing the sky, Lan Xishu feels that the eyes are full of uniform armor, he can't see the sky, he can't see the bottom, his feet are floating, and he walks like flying through the clouds when he is supported by soldiers, and it doesn't hurt anymore Not hungry any more, Lan Xishu didn't dare to look around anymore, he watched the draft carefully, and went through the finished draft.

The vernacular text was silent by the side, and his footsteps were small and silent, but Xia Yu hurriedly told Lan Xishu in a low voice the details of the etiquette for meeting the emperor.

He is a wolf in Mobei, but he has to pretend to be a grandson all the time when he enters the customs. Lan Xishu kept saying yes with a look of panic.